At 25 years old, and with 3 failed relationships behind me, I had recently came to the realization that I was a fraysexual. This means that a person only experiences sexual attraction to strangers, if they get to know the person more, the attraction fades. I was extremely relieved to learn about this type of sexuality because it is what I always experienced in the past.
As time passed and the understanding for my sexuality deepened, I was intrigued by a particular fantasy. I wanted to have deep passionate sex with a complete stranger that I would not need to see nor interact with after the encounter. Someone whose identity I would not know and would never find out.
Following a boring day of being home, I decided to actualize this fantasy. To do this, I posted an Ad to a local marketplace PinTT: "young woman seeking a sexy gaunt man for a night of intense love making."
To my surprise, it took about 2 hours to get a response, but at 6:05pm, a notification appeared on my phone's screen: "Someone responded to your advertisement." As I read those words, my heart began to race, I felt butterflies in my stomach but they yearned to rush up and out of my mouth. Accompanied by a familiar warmth between my thighs. I took a moment to gather myself, *deeps breaths in and out*
I opened the application to view the response; it stated, "I would love to help you with this ;)." My pussy tingled as the conversation began.
Stranger: Tell me exactly what it is that you would like.
Me: I want lovemaking, the type of sex that a new couple has 2 months into their relationship. Filled with lustful desire, but I would truly appreciate it if you kept your identity hidden from me.
Stranger: I can definitely envision what you mean, that is sexy.
We chatted a while longer, and exchanged body pictures. The most significant was of his shitless torso, his skin was pale and dull with light pink highlights. His neck was strong and collarbones stood high and prominent. His chest was a smooth plain, followed by a stomach, which although not adorned with 6pack abs, was flat. His hipbones were immediately visible cascading down to a noticeable V that travelled beneath the trousers he wore. His long arms fell alongside his enticing body, baring countless protruding veins.
I sent him my google location, and we agreed that he would arrive to my home at 1am that night; he began to prepare himself. At this point, it was 7 in the evening, and although my appointment was soon approaching, my body was impatient.
I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, my voluptuous body hidden under the clothes I had put on that morning. The polyester t-shirt flowed over my 36D breasts, nipples gently revealing themselves through the light fabric. Following them came my chubby waist, and wide hips tightly hugged by a pair of shorts.
Carefully examining myself in the warm yellow light, I slipped my right hand past my shorts and purple panties into the lips of my vulva. My index and middle fingers coated in the warm moisture as the made contact with my swollen and sensitive clit. I felt jolts of excitement speed through my pelvis like lightning through a stormy sky. I removed the articles of clothing from my lower half, and laid in bed where I worked myself to orgasm and eventually fell asleep.
Suddenly I was startled awake by the memories of my plans for later that night, believing in vain that it was part of a vivid dream. Checking my phone it was already close to 11pm, I got out of bed, the now cold moisture still present between my things, and over my pussy.
I removed the remainder of clothing and got into the shower. The cold water delivering a well needed wake up to my drowsy muscles, washing my hair and body in coconut scented lather. Soon it was over and I dried off with a large red towel.
I moisturized my arms, legs, and face with a light shea butter cream, gently massaging in the product into my melanin rich skin. I dressed myself in all black, a patterned bralette, and delicate panties. I covered both in a black lacey baby-doll dress.
